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Harmattan in August(episode three)

I thought it will end here, life does it wonders.There had been so many reasons in the past that could have made me collect the keys to my house for Adenrele, but I knew it would be too mean of me to do that. He was excellently good at invading my privacy. I hated theContinue reading “Harmattan in August(episode three)”

OMÓYE

I’ll write the meaning of the Yoruba words or sentences in brackets, I may also use other parenthesis. Do enjoy omóye, do not forget to like, drop reviews, comment and share when you’re done. Let me give a hint, it’s not about building self-love. And wait to know who Omóye is. Just relax, and findContinue reading “OMÓYE”

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Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Bad communication habits https://anchor.fm/dora88/episodes/Bad-communication-habits-elguus

Who killed ms lawson

WHO KILLED MS. LAWSON I was shaken when I saw the two policemen dragging Collins into their van. It was heart-breaking, it was sad…really sad. I was shaken not only because my best friend was being arrested for murder, but because I just witnessed a murder. I knew how it happened, when it happened andContinue reading “Who killed ms lawson”

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Harmattan in August

Harmattan in August; chapter two I was stilled by panic. Everything between us was supposed to have been quenched the moment he was murdered. What have I done wrong? He stared at me with so much serenity in his eyes. At first, the look in his eyes almost made me forget he was not human.Continue reading “Harmattan in August”

Harmattan in august

So I started a short story collection- karma. I’ll post the first on the collection. I’ll release others later on Karma: my short stories collectionHarmattan in August It was the first day in August, and it started with Harmattan. Why would there ever be Harmattan in august? It was meant to be rainy. I wasContinue reading “Harmattan in august”

I am who I am

Could anyone guess the number of times people had asked if I was a boy? When I was much younger , I always got annoyed any time people asked me that. There was a particular woman who found joy in mocking me for that. She was really “endowed” – let your imagination do justice toContinue reading “I am who I am”